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 I have never heard of Slow Children, though... Their pics look cool on their website...
NEW YORK (AFP) - Age, it seems, has mellowed the Rolling Stones, who agreed to have their half-time performance at Sunday's Super Bowl censored twice for lyrics deemed too sexually explicit for family viewing.
http://news.yahoo.com/s/afp/20060206/ts_alt_afp/afpentertainmentus
Revolution in their minds - the children start to march
Against the world in which they have to live
And all the hate thatÂ’s in their hearts
TheyÂ’re tired of being pushed around
And told just what to do
TheyÂ’ll fight the world until theyÂ’ve won
And love comes flowing through
Children of tomorrow live in the tears that fall today
Will the sun rise up tomorrow bringing peace in any way?
Must the world live in the shadow of atomic fear?
Can they win the fight for peace or will they disappear?
So you children of the world,
Listen to what I say
If you want a better place to live in
Spread the words today
Show the world that love is still alive
You must be brave
Or you children of today are
Children of the grave, yeah!
Check this out.. my boyfriends bro - I'm putting together his music site.
I like it, but then I go for the whole matchbox 20 meets john mayer kinda sound...
link to their song sample
Sundance Film Festival - Awesome: I Fuckin' Shot That - Midnight Film
On October 9, 2004, the Beastie Boys handed out 50 cameras to audience members at their sold-out performance in New York's famed Madison Square Garden. These 50 different passionate perspectives, shot from the point-of-view of the audience, take the viewer deep inside the world of a live Beastie Boys show prismatically and kinetically capturing the experience of a live musical performance like no film has ever done.
AWESOME; I FUCKIN' SHOT THAT! is the feature film debut for Nathanial Hörnblowér. It stars the Beastie Boys and boasts special appearances by Mix Master Mike and Doug E. Fresh, among others, and was produced by Hörnblowér and Jon Doran. THINKFilm will release the film theatrically on March 31, 2006.
They'll be on Letterman tomorrow too!
So this is like what Metallica did for the guys in the snake pit during the Black album tour, but they made a movie out of it instead of just playing it at the event?
Some Kind of Monster
Hey, ya know what 4 things I want before I die?
I'm a little late here...
3. A fat chick named bridgette
and
4. A lil sip of Faygo too
I've got number 1, someplace around here, and number 4 numerous times.... I'm workin on number 2.... 3's gonna be hard, i'm thinkin.
try myspace I'm sure you can find a whole load of them.
do you have a 50 lb sac of flour you need to use up or something?
http://www.myspace.com/onegreatday
I didnt write the song... I just own the CD
they're lyrics to "I Want My SH*T" - A song from ICP's "Amazing Jekyl Brothers" CD
myself... I have no size, shape, or color, preference... I like women of all kinds... each and every one of em.
I knew you'd come through. :sillygrin: :goofy: :sillygrin: :goofy:
Clownz Rule! :cool:
I'd have to say that its always been one of my favorites of theirs...
do you realize that it came out SEVEN years ago??? same year I graduated from HS...
I feel old
I dont wanna turn 25 this year.....
smart chicks? :goofy:
I'm pretty stupid..... so why else do you think I come here? :wink:
"Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars?
[Film in background: "I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you!]
"This place is bigger than our apartment!
[Film: "Let me know when you're entering a room"
"Yes sir!"]
"erm, Can I get a drink of water?
[Film: "I was wondering about ..."]
"You want some, huh?"
[Film: "Yes"]
"Oh wow, look at this tub? Do you wanna take baaaath?"
[Film: "I'll have to find out from Mrs. Bancroft what time she wants to meet us, for her main ..."]
"What are watching?"
[Film: "If you'll just let me know as soon as you can ... Mrs Bancroft" "Mrs Bancroft ..."]
"Hello?"
[Film: "I don't understand ..."]
"Are you feeling okay?..."
Day after day, love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man.
Night after night, we pretend its all right
But I have grown older and
You have grown colder and
Nothing is very much fun any more.
And I can feel one of my turns coming on.
I feel cold as a razor blade,
Tight as a tourniquet,
Dry as a funeral drum.
Run to the bedroom,
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favorite axe.
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase,
One of my bad days.
Would you like to watch T.V.?
Or get between the sheets?
Or contemplate the silent freeway?
Would you like something to eat?
Would you like to learn to fly?
Would'ya?
Would you like to see me try?
Would you like to call the cops?
Do you think it's time I stopped?
Why are you running away?
So Watcha' Want Lyrics
Just Plug Me In Just Like I Was Eddie Harris You're Eating Crazy
Cheese Like You'd Think I'm From Paris You Know I Get Fly You
Think I Get High You Know That I'm Gone And I'm A Tell You All Why
So Tell Me Who Are You Dissing Maybe I'm Missing The Reason That
You're Smiling or Wilding So Listen In My Head I Just Want To
Take 'em Down Imagination Set Loose And I'm Gonna Shake 'em
Down Let It Flow Like A Mud Slide When I Get On I Like To Ride And
Glide I've Got Depth Of Perception In My Text Y'all I Get Props At My
Mention 'Cause I Vex Y'All So What'cha Want You're So Funny With
The Money That You Flaunt Where'd You Get Your Information
From You Think That You Can Front When Revelation Comes
You Can't Front On That
Well They Call Me Mike D The Ever Loving Man I'm Like Spoonie Gee
I'm The Metropolitician You Scream And You Holler About My
Chevy Impala But The Sweat Is Getting Wet Around The Ring Around
Your Collar But Like A Dream I'm Flowing Without No Stopping
Sweeter Than A Cherry Pie With Ready Whip Topping Goin' From
Mic To Mic Kickin' It Wall To Wall Well I'll Be Calling Out You People
Like A Casting Call It's Wack When You're Jacked In The Back Of A
Ride With Your Know With Your Flow When You're Out Getting By
Believe Me What You See Is What You Get And You See Me Coming Off
As You Can Bet I Think I'm Losing My Mind This Time
This Time I'm Losing My Mind
You Can't Front On That
But Little Do You Know About Something That I Talk About I'm Tired
Of Driving It's Due Time That I Walk About But In The Meantime, I'm
Wise To The Demise I've Got Eyes In The Back Of My Head So I Realize
Well I'm Dr. Spock I'm Here To Rock Y'All I Want You Off The Wall
If You're Playing The Wall So What'cha Want Y'All Suckers Write Me
Checks And Then They Bounce So I Reach In My Pocket For The
Fresh Amount See I'm The Long Leaner Victor The Cleaner
I'm The Illest Motherfucker From Here To Gardena I'm As Cool As A
Cucumber In A Bowl Of Hot Sauce You've Got The Rhyme And Reason
But No Cause So If You're Hot To Trot You Think You're Slicker
Than Grease I've Got News For You Crews
You'll Be Sucking Like A Leech
You Can't Front On That
So What'cha Want
Not my type of music but the performance was worth it.
they made it cool for goofy white dudes like me to talk weird.
The Beasties, that is.....
there was a an article.... I believe it was Spin (I get too many music mags to remember), a couple weeks ago... talking about a book thats out now, about them.....
 and talking about how when they first came out.... and the reaction they got..... Run-DMC taking them under their wings, and showing them how to do things.... their first tour, opening for Madonna.... its interesting stuff.... it seems, sometimes like they still dont think they should be as big as they are.
That's part of their appeal. Local guys you could be drinking with one second then they bust into a rhyme out of nowhere. I loved them ever since seeing their aftershow parties on their first video. Rad stuff to say the least! :eek:
they ended up on Madonna's tour by a stroke of luck... whoever was planning it, called Russel Simmons, wanting to book the fat boyz or whoever, and he didnt manage them.... he told em "oh... yeah.... they're booked... but how about The Beasties?"
They had the giant inflatable shlong pop up in the middle of the stage, during their set... at one point, during a show some of the crew played a prank on them, by dumping a box of live crabs on it, so that when it popped out during the show, they were crawling all over the place
they were constantly being boo'ed, because it was audiences of chicks, who were there to see Madonna....
I think it was DMC, that was saying... he showed up to watch them play, and couldnt believe what he was seeing..... Madonna's management team wanted to get rid of them....but she loved em, and had them stay
Run Dmc Lyrics
Jam-Master Jay Lyrics
Kick off shoes, jump on the jock
Listen to the Jam Master as he starts to rock
His name is Jay and he's on his way
To be the best DJ in the US of A
J-a-y are the letters of his name
Cutting and scratching are the aspects of his game
So check out the Master as he cuts these jams
And look at us with the mics in our hands
Then take a count, 1-2-3
Jam Master Jay, Run-D.M.C.
He's Jam Master Jay, the big beat blaster
He gets better cause he knows he has to
In '84 he'll be a little faster
And only practice makes a real Jam Master
We're live as can be, not singing the blues
I got to tell you all the good news
The good news is there is a crew
Not 5, not 4, not 3, just 2
2 MC's who are claim the fame
And all other things won't be the same
'Cause it's about time for a brand new group
Run-DMC will put you up on the scoop
We make the fly girls scream in ecstasy
We rock the freshest rhymes at a party
We put all the fellas in a daze
It's everyone that we amaze
And we got the master of a disco scratch
There's not a break that he can't catch
Jam Master Jay that is his name
And all wild DJ's he will tame
Behind the turntables is where he stands
Then there is the movement of his hands
So when asked who's the best, y'all should say:
"Run-D.M.C. and Jam Master Jay"
Jam Master Jay is the one in charge
It's up to him to rock beats that are truly large
He is the master of the scratch and cut
So move your arms, so move your legs
So won't you move your butt
We're not talking ground, we're not talking sky
We're not talking low, we're not talking high
We're not talking big, we're not talking small
We want all of the people on off the wall
We're not talking night, we're not talking day
But we're talking bout Jam Master Jay
dammit.... I need to learn some new moves...
maybe thats why they threw me out of First Ave that time for doing it.... and not because I was too wasted....
I can't see them throwing you out for that, unless you were doing the "Worms Gone Wild" version...
[ar:Eddie Murphy]
[ti:Boogie in your butt]
[la:uk]
[by:Lexington]
[00:17]In your butt
[00:22]Put the boogie in your butt
[00:23]Put, put the boogie in your butt
[00:25]In your butt
[00:29]Put the boogie in your butt
[00:32]Put, put the boogie in your butt
[00:33]I ain't puttin no boogie in nobody's butt
[00:36]That's nasty, man
[00:37]What you talkin about
[00:38]Puttin boogie in people's butt
[00:39]Are you out yo mind or something?
[00:41]Could go to jail for doin something like that
[00:42]Step aside my friend
[00:43]I been doing it for years
[00:45]I say, sit on down, open your eyes
[00:48]And open up your ears
[00:49]Say, put a tree in your butt
[00:51]Put a bumblebee in your butt
[00:53]Put a clock in your butt
[00:55]Put a big rock in your butt
[00:57]Say, put some fleas in your butt
[00:59]Say, start to sneeze in your butt
[01:01]Say, put a tin can in your butt
[01:04]Put a little tiny man in your butt
[01:05]Say, put a light in your butt
[01:08]Say, make it right in your butt
[01:09]Say, put a TV in your butt
[01:12]Say, put me in your butt
[01:14]Everybody say
[01:13]In your butt
[01:19]Put the boogie in your butt
[01:21]Put, put the boogie in your butt
[01:23]In your butt
[01:27]Put the boogie in your butt
[01:29]Put, put the boogie in your butt
[01:31]I, hey, that's, man, I ain't putting no trees in nobody's butt,
[01:34]no bees in nobody's butt, putting nothing--
[01:36]You must be out your mind, man,
[01:38]y'all get paid for doing this?
[01:39]Cause y'all gotta get some kind of money
[01:41]Cause this don't sound like the kind of--
[01:43]I'd rather golf, to be perfectly honest,
[01:44]than put somethin in somebody's butt
[01:46]to be truthful
[01:47]Step aside my friend and let me
[01:48]show you how you do it
[01:49]When big bad E just rock rock to it
[01:52]Put a case in your butt
[01:53]Say, put a metal case in your butt
[01:55]Say, put her face in your butt
[01:57]Say, put a frown in your butt
[01:59]Say, put a clown in your butt
[02:01]Say, sit on down in your butt
[02:03]Say, put a boat in your butt
[02:05]Say, put a moat in your butt
[02:07]Put a mink coat in your butt
[02:10]Put everything in your butt
[02:11]Just start to sing about your butt
[02:14]Feels real good
[02:15]When you sing about your butt, sing
[02:16]In your butt
[02:21]Put the boogie in your butt
[02:23]Put, put the boogie in your butt
[02:27]Now wait a second, now,
[02:29]Do y'all get paid for this, for doing this?
[02:30]Puttin the butt and all that stuff?
[02:32]Really?
[02:34]What's this? A 100 dollar bill?
[02:35]I get to keep this 100 dollars if
[02:37]I be puttin stuff in people's butts?
[02:39]Really? Step aside.
[02:41]Put a telephone in your butt
[02:43]Say, put some dust in your butt
[02:45]Say "it's a must" in your butt
[02:46]Say, pizza crust in your butt
[02:49]Say, put a telephone in your butt
[02:51]Put a dinosaur bone in your butt
[02:53]Put a radiator in your butt
[02:55]I'll say "see you later" in your butt
[02:56]Put an alligator in your butt
[02:59]Say, put some money in your butt
[03:01]Sure feels real funny in your butt
[03:03]Say, squeeze it, please it, but don't tease it
[03:06]Put it in your butt
[03:08]Well, let me just say
[03:10]Put a hot cup of Brim
[03:12]Fill it to the rim
[03:14]And put it in your butt
[03:15]To the beat
[03:16]Two sugars, stuff so sweet
[03:18]In your butt
[03:23]Put the boogie in your butt
[03:25]Put, put the boogie in your butt
[03:28](sax solo)
[03:35]In your butt
[03:39]Put the boogie in your butt
[03:41]Put, put the boogie in your butt
[03:51]Put a quarter, put a penny,
[03:53]put a dime, put a nickel
[03:55]Sure do tickle
[03:57]Just put it in your butt
[03:59]Put some change in your butt
[04:01]Feels mighty strange in your butt
My Adidas
walked through concert doors
and roamed all over coliseum floors
I stepped on stage, at Live Aid
All the people gave and the poor got paid
And out of speakers I did speak
I wore my sneakers but I'm not a sneak
My Adidas cuts the sand of a foreign land
with mic in hand I cold took command
my Adidas and me, close as can be
we make a mean team, my Adidas and me
we get around together, rhyme forever
and we won't be mad when worn in bad weather
My Adidas..
My Adidas..
My Adidas
standin on 2 Fifth St.
funky fresh and yes cold on my feet
with no shoe string in em, I did not win em
I bought em off the Ave with the black Lee denim
I like to sport em that's why I bought em
a sucker tried to steal em so I caught em and I fought em
and I walk down the street and I bop to the beat
with Lee on my legs and adidas on my feet
and now I just standin here shooting the gif
me and D and my Adidas standing on 2 Fifth
My Adidas..
My Adidas..
Now
me and my Adidas do the illest things
we like to stomp out pimps with diamond rings
we slay all suckers who perpetrate
and lay down law from state to state
we travel on gravel, dirt road or street
I wear my Adidas when I rock the beat
on stage front page every show I go
it's Adidas on my feet high top or low
My Adidas..
My Adidas..
Now the Adidas I possess for one man is rare
myself homeboy got 50 pair
got blue and black cause I like to chill
and yellow and green when it's time to get ill
got a pair that I wear when I'm playin ball
with the heal inside make me 10 feet tall
my Adidas only bring good news
and they are not used as selling shoes
they're black and white, white with black stripe
the ones I like to wear when I rock the mic
on the strength of our famous university
we took the beat from the street and put it on TV
my Adidas are seen on the movie screen
Hollywood knows we're good if you know what I mean
we started in the alley, now we chill in Cali
and I won't trade my Adidas for no beat up Bally's
My Adidas..
Sucker MC's should call me sire
To burn my kingdom, you must use fire
I won't stop rockin' till I retire
Now we rock the party and come correct
Our cuts are on time and rhymes connect
Got the right to vote and will elect
And other rappers can't stand us, but give us respect
They called us and said we're gettin iller
There's no one chiller
It's not Michael Jackson and this is not Thriller
As one def rapper, I know I can hang
I'm Run from Run-DMC, like Kool from Kool and the Gang
Roll to the rock, rock to the roll
DMC stands for devestating mic control
You can't touch me with a ten foot pole
And I even made the devil sell me his soul
Now we crash through walls, cut through floors
Bust through ceilings and knock down doors
And when we're on the tape, we're fresh out the box
You can hear our sound for blocks and blocks
For every living person we're a purple treat
It's me and DMC, Jay where's the beat?
Now we're the baddest of the bad, the coolest of the cool
I'm DMC, I rock and roll. I'm DJ Run, I rock and rule
It's not a Trick or Treat and it's not a April Fool
It's all brand new, never ever old school
You got the music in your body and you can't comprehend
When your mind won't wiggle and your knees will bend
Music ain't nothin but a people's jam
It's DJ Run-DMC rockin without a band
Now I walked on ice and never fell
I spent my time in a plush hotel
I stood on many stages, held many mics
Take airplane flights, at huge heights
So all you sucker MC's, you gotta say please
Cause when he jumps high, I'm pulling down weeds
Got a song so strong, it's knocking down trees
Is it hard to believe it's Run-DMC
I am from, around the way
And Run goes to school, every day
And Jay plays the records he has to play
And we get down with no delay, HEY!
I rock the party with the words I speak
And Run says the rhymes that are unique
And Jay cuts the records every day of the week
And we are the crew that can never be beat
So don't try to diss me, try to be my friend
Cause if you do, you'll get yours in the end
The rhymes we say, shall set a trend
Because a devestating rap is what we send
Every jam we play, we break two needles
There's three of us but we're not the Beatles
My name is Darryl, you can call him D
You can call me Darryl Mack, or you can call him DMC
People always ask, "DMC, what does it mean?"
D's for never dirty, MC for mostly clean
Like we said before, we rock hardcore
I'm DJ Run, I can scratch. I'm DMC, I can draw
And now we got the knack, to attract
Our rhyme's an aphrodisiac
We'll reign on your brain and rock your knot
When it comes to rock, give it all we got
To be MC's, we got what it takes
Let the poppers pop and the breakers break
We're cool cool cats, it's like that
That's the way it is, so stay the hell back
We're causin hard times, for sucker MC's
Cause they don't make no songs like these
PERIOD!
Tim?
It looks to be a MN Wild code this time
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